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By Mohit Hira
Memoirs can often be self-indulgent, but some are like mountains. While they appear daunting, they will leave you exhilarated once scaled. Others are akin to oceans—vast, deep and marked by the rise and fall of tides.
And then there are a few that remind me of rivers: meandering across time and place, traversing both history and geography in an unpredictable path. Ajai Chowdhry’s Just Aspire is just that—a stream of…
